Dear all,

I have a experience i will like to share with you all, This post is a bit long so bear with me

Sometime in 2015, I posted a thread on this forum about my baby girl not eating, ( i would have loved to post the link here but i dont know how to do that). Anyway about 5 months after posting that thread my little angel passed away at age 21months.. The hospital gave the cause of death as resistant malaria/sepsis. But i KNEW she did not die of malaria. I had never felt so helpless in my life because in my capacity as a healthcare professional i felt we did everthing possible to save her.

fastforward to a year later, my second child who was 3 months old at the time of the sad event (now 15months old) started showing all the syptoms her late sister was showing, First not eating, then vomitting, then constant fevers that had no cure, even bloated stomach. I think all children clinics in my state knew us by then, my colleagues pulled strings to get us into big clinics; it was in one of those 'BIG' clinics a doctor referred to her case as fever of unknown origin... My people; I knew the meaning of the Word FEAR!!! No way was i letting them admit her and start doing trial and error till her little body gave out..

then the well wishers came with different solutions. I heard all kinds of things; how its from my husband's family or my ancestors, we got referred to several prayer houses; someone even mentioned Ogbanje. I was open to ANY solution because i knew I just could not watch my second child die the way the first did.

Then somebody ( an in law) mentioned Native treatment. Now I'm a healthcare professionals so I had no faith At all in native treatment, But at the time i was desperate for any solution,Where before i would have thumbed up my nose i had to pause and give it a serious thought.. so one saturday we drove to the village to one old man that was almost blind.. he checked her and Diagnosed Umeafor (supposedly inflammation of the spleen). At this time we had done several scans so i was doubtful, how can this old man see an enlarged spleen that scans did not show. he said he could treat it and mentioned his fee. i think it was 500 naira. So i said go ahead since orthodox medicine has failed me what have I got to loose by this?

I had to watch a dirty woman hold my child down while this old man seared her stomach with hot knive heated in firewood open flame. I think I kept telling myself if this will make her live then fine. After that he gave us concotion and we went home. That night my child's fever went higher than it has ever done before. I actually thought she will start convulsing. Old man did not have phone so we called old uncle in the village who took us there. It was about 1am and we were about to rush her to hospital. Old uncle said NO Hospitals, she must not be pierced with needles. he said as long as she has been cut with that knive she won't convulse. so we waited and watched and prayed and rubbed her plenty ude aki..

The day broke simultaneosly with her fever, we watched her break into a sweat and fall into a deep peaceful sleep, I did not leave her side all through, i kept watching to make sure was still breathing. Now I know some people may not beleive it but that was the END of the fever. I kept giving her the concotion and gradually her apetite returned and the paleness of her skin disappered, and for the next 12months my child was FREE of EVERY ailment. I think for the first time in my life as a mother I had PEACE. no unending catarrh, no continous cough, no fever, no rash, no vomitting. all the nurofen and calpol and rophegan i had in store before was thrown out. My child was healthy and bouncing..

she is almost 3 years now and I can count how many times she has taken antimalarial since then ( before this we treated her malaria every month) and she has definitely never been admitted or injected since then. To me Its nothing short of a miracle.. It could be the prayers that finally worked, I dont know but what I know is this; sholud any of my child or relatives have similiar issues we are going straight to baba in the village ( that is if he is still alive oh)..

Sounds like what the Igbos call Apa afor. A wheel like design will be made on the child's swollen tummy by the herbalist.

Traditional medicine continues where orthodox stop.